I wanted to shake up my life and go sailing (or learn on the job, so-to-speak) so headed to Florida to crew on a catamaran. This is about how it went or, rather, didn't - and my life since. Hopefully it will lead to a catamaran on the clear aqua blue waters of the Caribbean Sea, watching the sunset, a coconut rum and coke in hand. You must START AT THE BEGINNING of the blog, April 2009, to get the whole story...

Saturday, February 11, 2012

I start a show on Monday, an action movie - the main character starts bashing people's heads in on page two and doesn't stop until the end. It stars Steve Austin and Dolph Lundgren. After I went in to interview with the director, and all went well, I was told I would hear back that afternoon. When 6:00 came and went and I hadn't heard, I figured I didn't get it. I was torn about how I felt as yes, the money would be very handy to help pay for my son's upcoming wedding but it wasn't my sort of story and there would be a ton of injuries to track the continuity of and the pay was at the low end of my rate. So by the time I went to bed I was rather contented with not getting it.

The phone woke me up. It was a call asking me if I wanted 'to come and play with the boys' (most of the crew are men who I've worked with many, many times). I was surprised and said that sure, I would.

I've been working for the last three days on prepping for the shoot. Call time is 7am on Monday way the heck out in Abbotsford, which used to be about a forty minute drive from Langley where I lived for 28 years. Now it's more like one hour and forty minutes from where I live. Over half of the movie is shooting there and the other half is in.... ya, Langley. What was I thinking.

I was thinking that I'd be close to my daughter when she had the baby and that I'd get to see lots and lots of them both once the baby was here. I get to see them once a week and now not even that because I am working all week and they keep the weekends for themselves alone. I am going to miss little Malia dreadfully. Good thing that when I am on set I am so busy and my mind is so concentrated on work stuff that I never give even a fleeting thought to my personal life. And when I am off of set I am so blinded by fatigue that all I want to do is sleep. But to think I may not see her till March 8th is hard. She will have changed so much by then.

Wouldn't you miss that gorgeous little thing after a month?!?

I found out today that my ex-husband is going to be the first person ever to babysit Malia when her parents go out for their anniversary next Sunday. I'm jealous.